After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 110 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (11)

Ding Bao hasn't cooked for a long time.

Fortunately, all the steps were clear by heart. After opening the cupboard and looking at the neatly arranged beef and flour inside, Ding Bao thought for a while, then stepped down to take down the piece of beef and a small bag of flour.

The beef looks like it was freshly killed that day, and the red meat has a clear texture without any fat.

Ding Bao cut off a small piece, and put the rest back into the cupboard.

Cut the beef into pieces and mince it. If there is no cooking wine, sprinkle a little red wine, then sprinkle some oil and salt, stir a circle, crack two eggs into it and continue stirring.

Jinting couldn't see Ding Bao's movements, but he had excellent hearing. When the knife and meat collided in his ears, there was a rhythmic sound of "dong dong dong". The "ding ding" sound of the basin, these sounds that are full of life have never sounded in his kitchen, so hearing it suddenly today, Jinting even felt a little dazed.

After that, there was another silence in the kitchen, only the occasional stirring sound.

Seeing Jinting standing beside him, Ding Bao shouted without raising his head.

"Why are you standing, sit down."

Of course Jinting would not let go of this opportunity of contact, she walked to the cooking counter and sat down while rubbing her hands against the wall.

Immediately after, those voices were all in his ears, he could even hear the sound of Ding Bao's clothes mosuo when he raised his hand, and her steady and powerful breathing.

The tip of the nose is filled with a faint smell of meat and a little taste of raw noodles.

"What are you eating?"

"dumpling."

"Dumplings? What's that?"

The most common food for the Kru people is bread and potatoes. Rich people with better living conditions will eat a little more complicated food, but most of their cooking methods are mainly stewed. One scoop per person, with bread and mashed potatoes, the whole family eats this way.

So when she heard Ding Bao's answer, Jinting showed rare doubts on her face.

Ding Bao knows that he is cautious and suspicious, especially when it comes to humans.

So I don't expect him to eat the beef dumplings made today. Anyway, the main purpose of cooking is to reward his own Wu Zang Temple, so Ding Bao doesn't care about Jinting's taste, and cooks according to his own preferences.

Soon dozens of dumplings were neatly arranged on the table, half boiled and half fried, the pot where they were boiled was lucky to smell a little noodle soup, but the fried ones were completely different, and the oil under the pan began to " When "Zizi" sounded, an indescribable fragrance quickly spread throughout the kitchen.

Ding Bao counted the dumplings in the pot, there were 32 in total, and it would not be a problem for her to finish two meals with her current appetite.

If Jinting doesn't eat it, she won't have to eat the undercooked beef for lunch and dinner.

Thinking of this, Ding Bao smiled silently, and happily put the cooked and fried dumplings on a plate and put them on the table.

By the way, chopsticks.

You can't eat dumplings with a knife and fork, you have to use chopsticks.

Ding Bao scanned around, and finally found a suitable substitute in the vase on the table.

There are a few bare, round and bright brown vines inserted in the vase. These ancient vines are long and strong, and the wooden vines on the top will fall off regularly. Ding Bao stretched out his hand to break it a little, and two chopsticks were in his hands.

Jinting was keenly aware of this unusual voice, and asked immediately.

"What are you doing?"

"It's okay, I think the wood is about to fall off, I'll help it."

After setting the plate and looking at Jinting opposite, Ding Bao asked him a symbolic question.

(End of this chapter)